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knitting down beside her and folding her arms. It was an
unwonted sign of emotion in her that she should put her
work out of her hands. In fact her feelings were divided be-
tween the satisfaction of giving Fred his discipline and the
sense of having gone a little too far. Fred took his hat and
stick and rose quickly.
‘Then you think I am standing in his way, and in Mary’s
too?’ he said, in a tone which seemed to demand an answer.
Mrs. Garth could not speak immediately. She had
brought herself into the unpleasant position of being called
on to say what she really felt, yet what she knew there were
strong reasons for concealing. And to her the consciousness
of having exceeded in words was peculiarly mortifying. Be-
sides, Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and he now
added, ‘Mr. Garth seemed pleased that Mary should be at-
tached to me. He could not have known anything of this.’
Mrs. Garth felt a severe twinge at this mention of her
husband, the fear that Caleb might think her in the wrong
not being easily endurable. She answered, wanting to check
unintended consequences—
‘I spoke from inference only. I am not aware that Mary
knows anything of the matter.’
But she hesitated to beg that he would keep entire silence
on a subject which she had herself unnecessarily men-
tioned, not being used to stoop in that way; and while she
was hesitating there was already a rush of unintended con-
sequences under the apple-tree where the tea-things stood.
Ben, bouncing across the grass with Brownie at his heels,
and seeing the kitten dragging the knitting by a lengthen-

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